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4/24/12 10:42 pm - Lācene Made likvidēta

Pusher Man lyrics

Artist - Bill, Ben & Baggio
Album - Superfly
Lyrics - Pusher Man



I'm your Mama
I'm your Daddy
I'm that nigga
In the alley
I'm your doctor
When in need
Want some coke?
Have some weed
You know me
I'm your friend
Your main boy
Thick and thin

I'm your Pusherman (2x)

Ain't I clean
Bad machine
Super cool
Super mean
Dealin' good
For The Man
Superfly
Here I stand
Secret stash
Heavy bread
Baddest bitches
In the bed

I'm your pusherman (3x)

( oriģināls no Curtis Mayfield teksta )
I'm your Mama
I'm your Daddy
I'm that nigga
In the alley
I'm your doctor
When in need
Want some coke?
Have some weed
You know me
I'm your friend
Your main boy
Thick and thin

I'm your Pusherman (4x)
Lord, Lord

4/21/12 12:09 am - Beth Custer

I look out
The windows
Of the world
And I see
Long faces
Unfurled
Decay and decline
Sparse moments sublime

I look at
The windows
Of the world
And I see
Uncradled designs
Men and women
Unknowing of
Harvest times
In service of
Virtual moons
In tiny grave rooms

And friends say - fear
Switch to the Mayan Year
And they say
Ghost to the hurls of wet clay
The new age is here

And I say
Press your face
To the windows
Of the world
Look at
The long faces
Unfurled
See the decay and decline
Live the sparse moments sublime

4/18/12 03:24 pm - maratons K̶r̶i̶e̶v̶i̶j̶ā̶ Ziemeļkorejā

no kaut kādām bildēm Dienas Biznesā. un kas tas baltais par džeku?

3/12/12 06:34 pm - news

jaunais vilnis - notiks
arsenāls - nenotiks.
tā, lūk.
franču klaviatūra man ir apriebusies!!

3/10/12 06:57 pm - twenty two, twenty nine

tik daudz sliktas angļu valodas, kā šonedēļ, nebija gadījies dzirdēt gadiem. kas būtu domājis, ka flāmi un valoņi savā starpā sarunājas angliski. nu, apmēram tāpat, kā mēs varētu ar krieviem. tikpat sūdīgi.

2/26/12 12:47 am

so it's eighty mile beach now

2/20/12 09:02 pm

visa šītā referenduma šļura mani uz ilgāku laiku izārstēs no ziņu lasīšanas. vļe

1/29/12 03:12 pm - Lietuvas robežsargi helikopterā izsekojuši peldošam kontrabandas cigarešu sūtījumam, kas no Baltkrie


Ceturtdienas vakarā lietuvieši no saviem baltkrievu kolēģiem saņēma ziņu (sadzirdēja bungas), ka šīs valsts teritorijā pa upi palaists peldošs sainis, kurā, domājams, atrodas kontrabandas cigaretes. Robežsargi sāka novērot upi Švenčoņu rajonā, kur tā no Baltkrievijas ietek Lietuvas teritorijā. Tumsā bija grūti no krasta pamanīt saini, kurš, kā vēlāk izrādījās, peldēja pa straumi, nedaudz iegremdēts (4 komati). Pārlidojot upi helikopterā (oho!) un izmantojot īpašas novērošanas ierīces, robežsargi pamanīja meklēto, bet labu laiku nevarēja piekļūt upei, kuras krasti šai vietā ir stāvi un nepiebraucami, tādēļ helikopters aptuveni trīs kilometrus lidoja virs upes, līdz atrada vietu, kur iespējams nolaisties (6 komati!). Uz turieni jau bija izsaukti arī ugunsdzēsēji (+neaizmirstam helikopteru), kas ar savu tehniku nolaida ūdenī laivu. Helikoptera pilotiem spīdinot  spēcīgo (uhh!) lidaparāta starmeti, no ūdens tika izvilktas melnā polietilēnā ievīstītas kopā sasietas 12 cigarešu kastes (cik, cik?). Noskaidrojās, ka baltkrievu kontrabandisti saviem sadarbības partneriem (cik politkorekti) Lietuvā sūtījuši 6000 paciņas cigarešu ar Baltkrievijas akcīzes markām. Par notikušo sākta izmeklēšana (kurš atļāva izmantot helikopteru un izsauca ugunsdzēsējus).

1/13/12 11:28 pm

mana klienta vadītājs (c) Lauris Liepa

1/3/12 06:34 pm


I'm goin' down to the corner
Gonna have myself a drink
I'm goin' down to the corner
Gonna have myself a drink
'Cause that shit that we been usin'
It sure confuse my thinking

I'm goin' down to the drugstore
Buy myself a goat
Tie him up in my front yard
For all my so-called friends to see
Ain't nobody gonna look in window and laugh at me
I been up so long
That it looks like down to me

Please don't talk about me when I'm gone
Baby, are you against me too?

Had a great idea the other night
Come-A-Ti-Yi-Yippie, baby
Look out
When the blue of the night
Meets the gold of the day

We love you
We love you
We love you

12/18/11 01:27 am

A child is born with no state of mind
Blind to the ways of mankind
God is smiling on you but he's frowning too
Because only God knows what you’ll go through
You’ll grow in the ghetto, living second rate
And your eyes will sing a song of deep hate
The places you play and where you stay
Looks like one great big alley way
You'll admire all the number book takers
Thugs, pimps, pushers and the big money makers
Driving big cars, spending twenties and tens
And you wanna grow up to be just like them, huh,
Smugglers, scramblers, burglars, gamblers
Pickpockets, peddlers even panhandlers
You say: “I'm cool, I'm no fool!”
But then you wind up dropping out of high school
Now you're unemployed, all non-void
Walking ‘round like you're Pretty Boy Floyd
Turned stickup kid, look what you’ve done did
Got sent up for a eight year bid
Now your manhood is took and you're a Maytag
Spent the next two years as a undercover fag
Being used and abused to serve like hell
'Til one day you was found hung dead in your cell
It was plain to see that your life was lost
You was cold and your body swung back and forth
But now your eyes sing the sad, sad song
Of how you lived so fast and died so young

11/23/11 02:24 am - stāsts par tiesu

jāsaka, stāsts par Endiju Dālderi un Romanu Grantiņu atstāja uz mani iespaidu
interesanti, kurš bauslis tas būtu?

11/5/11 12:54 am - neparasti

neparasti, bet, iespējams, patiesi.

Kad cilvēki runā par Krieviju kā vadītu un menedžētu demokrātiju, viņi nesaprot, ka Krievijā ne tik daudz vilto demokrātiju, cik vilto menedžmentu.

tikai piemērus vajadzētu, citādi izklausās pēc tukšas muldēšanas vai parastas rusofobijas.

10/13/11 12:40 am - iphone update

Got a bad taste in my mouth, I've got a
Heavy, heavy, heavy, heavy, heavy, heavy, heavy, heavy headache
Won't go away

I can't remember much about last night
But I'm trying to regain a little self-control
Today

I got out of my head
I got out of my head
I got out of my head
I got out...
Last night

They are coming
Amongst, amongst, amongst, amongst, amongst, amongst, amongst
And in-between us

They're tapping our phones
Tapping our phones
Tapping our phones
You can be sure that
They've seen us

Are you working
Are you working
Are you working
Are you working for
Or with the state

They're selling you smack at a
Slightly, slightly, slightly, slightly, slightly, slightly, slightly
Cheaper rate

'Cause you're not a threat when you're out of your head
And I'm gonna get out of my head
And it's better in bed
When you're out of your head
And Malcolm is dead
He got out of his head
Out of his head

They are closing down
Communications
They're taking control
Of our situations
The forces of control
The forces of control
The forces of control
The forces of control
The forces of control
The forces of control
The forces of control
The forces of control
The forces of control
The forces of control
The forces of control
The forces of control
The forces of control
The forces of control
The forces of control
Are gathering around our heads
'Round our heads

'Cause you're not a threat when you're out of your head
And I'm gonna get out of my head
And it's better in bed
When you're out of your head
And Malcolm is dead
He got out of his head
And I'm gonna get out of my head
And you're not a threat when you're out of your head

How can you get
How can you get
How can you get
How can you get
How can you get
Out of his head?
Out of his head

How can you get
Out of his head?
How can you get
Out of his head?
How can you get?
He got out of his head
Malcolm is dead
He got out of his head
You're not a threat when you're out of your head

Malcolm is dead
Malcolm is dead

10/8/11 05:23 pm - to someone

Your thoughts are dirty
And your clothes are too
Just past thirty
And you don't know what to do

Your flat is empty
And your heart is too
There's space for friends
But not enough for two


You don't
Know what to do
You don't
Know what to do


Your thoughts are dirty
And your clothes are too
Just past thirty
And you don't know what to do

Don't
Know what to do

Yeah you don't
know what to do

You don't
Know what to do
You don't
Know what to do

10/3/11 03:28 am

C'mon, feel the vibe from the rhythm as I break the devil's ties
A feeling of good times, musical highs (yeah)
Rhythm, harmony, soul skills and that put together
for the master plan is surely to attract (UH)
The people it take, the speakers to quake, the points to make
The A.D.O.R. posesses what it takes
to make it feel good, the way it should
Give me the mic and Pete Rock and you know I could
stand up get'cha all, UHH, all night long (yeah)
It feels too right, too strong to be wrong
Let's turn it up, full blast, and make it last
Yo I'm thinkin bout the future, {*fuck*} the past
with the beat that's pumpin (uhh)
To get the people jumpin but sayin somethin
Do you know what, I'm talkin about
When I tell you to express yourself (yes sir)
And let it all hang out

10/3/11 03:21 am

tell all your friends that
you're bound for glory
and how long did you know
that you'd make it there before me
and what is it like
is it worth this misfortune
what is it like on the other side
these 20 years I've loved one thing only
I love what I know about passion
I love what I know about mercy
I love what I know about patience
I love what I know about soul
and I know you

I tell all my friends
that I'm bound for heaven
and if I ain't so
you can't blame me for living
I know what it's like
and it's worth this misfortune
I know what it's like on the other side
these 20 years I've loved one thing only
I love what I know about passion
I love what I know about mercy
I love what I know about patience
I love what I know about soul
and I know you

9/16/11 09:27 pm

likās ka 9/11 žurnāla numurā nebūs nekā, bet likšanās jau vienmēr ir aizspriedumu uzturēšana. actually, šis bija ļoti labs.

 The special virtue of freedom is not that it makes you richer and more powerful but that it gives you more time to understand what it means to be alive. 

8/31/11 11:43 pm

Flew in from Miami Beach BOAC
Didn't get to bed last night
Oh, the way the paper bag was on my knee
Man, I had a dreadful flight
I'm back in the USSR
You don't know how lucky you are, boy
Back in the USSR, yeah

Been away so long I hardly knew the place
Gee, it's good to be back home
Leave it till tomorrow to unpack my case
Honey disconnect the phone
I'm back in the USSR
You don't know how lucky you are, boy
Back in the US
Back in the US
Back in the USSR

Well the Ukraine girls really knock me out
They leave the west behind
And Moscow girls make me sing and shout
They Georgia's always on my my my my my my my my my mind
Oh, come on
Hu Hey Hu, hey, ah, yeah
yeah, yeah, yeah
I'm back in the USSR
You don't know how lucky you are, boys
Back in the USSR

Well the Ukraine girls really knock me out
They leave the west behind
And Moscow girls make me sing and shout
They Georgia's always on my my my my my my my my my mind

Oh, show me round your snow peaked
mountain way down south
Take me to you daddy's farm
Let me hear you balalaika's ringing out
Come and keep your comrade warm
I'm back in the USSR
Hey, You don't know how lucky you are, boy
Back in the USSR
Oh, let me tell you honey

8/1/11 09:47 pm

If no one listens to you talk to yourself
if one listens to you not to yourself talk

time is filled in on the cardboard cutout
equal on all sides the smallest pinhole
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